Linque

Dali Temple Minister Lu Mian has really had a headache these two days.

As the end of the new year is approaching, there are few new lawsuits, and the government offices next to it are all dealing with the affairs accumulated years ago; I will write two long memorials and submit them to report to the Holy One what I have done this year; Before the official office was officially locked down, it was considered a little leisure time to arrange two banquets with colleagues before returning home to visit relatives during the annual leave.

But it’s different when it comes to Lu Mian, he’s still sneaking around, Dali Siqing immediately doesn’t know how to pronounce the word “free”—the old case has to be concluded, the memorial has to be written, there is no place for the banquet, and now there is a double-edged case Embarrassed but had to pick up the "hot potato" and threw it into my arms.

Lu Mian looked at the people sitting on both sides of the hall, their heads dilated several times.

Xiao Gaomin didn't come to plead guilty at all, he and Ye Shuli purely used the case to confuse each other.The two arrived at Dali Temple one after the other. First they greeted each other with a half-smile, and then they began to exchange words with each other.

From anyone's point of view, the two of them didn't seem like they could work together, but they still insisted that they did it together with each other and no one else.

Lu Mian didn't even need to ask, the two of them spoke to each other, and they explained the case clearly, and they deliberately emphasized it. Judging from the posture, it seems that they want to put each other in prison now stay here.

It took a lot of effort for Lu Mianguang to mediate between the two of them, and on the other hand, Xu Shao, who was beaten, was not an easy-going family.

This case is actually very simple, the beaten person sued according to the law, and the two beaten people have already confessed.Both parties are from Wuyi family, and Xiao Ye's surname is even among the sixteenth family of Dayin. According to the previous cases of Dali Temple, the beating person was fined, compensated for medicine, and given an apology, and the two sides shook hands. reconciled.

After all, if you look up and see you down, the conflict between the juniors is not a big deal. If it has to go online and make a big fuss, and finally hurt the peace of the two families, it is not beautiful.

Lu Mian wanted to make peace, but Xu Ao, the Marquis of Jiayong, had no intention of ending it.Although he is sitting coldly now and did not say anything clearly in front of Xiao Gaomin and Ye Shuli, he made it very clear to Lu Mian when he came to Dali Temple to sue, that he would not give up until the other party was tortured, and it looked like this , really refused to give in.

——This really gave Lu Mian a headache.

Not to mention the Eight Discussions, although the Ye family in Lishan Mountain is low-key and remote, but Ye Jianwei is the lord of Yiye Gucheng, and Ye's family is not only the master of the Eastern Capital, the Mahayana realm, the one who saved the prince not long ago Lishan Dongjun had just left the imperial capital on his front foot, and someone wanted to torture his real junior brother on his back foot. Who did he not care about?

As for Xiao Gaomin, it's even more difficult to mess with—the Marquis Yong'an of the Xiao family of Yichong is the only hereditary lord in Kyushu of Dayin who will never be degraded. Rod?Not to mention a mere Xu Shao, even if the prince's son is standing here today, he would not dare to say such big words.

Lu Mian watched coldly, there was still something he didn't understand.Ninth-rank officials all knew that these two people's torture rods could not be easily beaten, how could Marquis Jiayong not know?This is a drunkard who doesn't want to drink, what he wants is not a justice judged by their Dali Temple, but to distinguish right from wrong in front of the Holy Majesty, and ask His Majesty to personally warn, so as to regain the face lost by Jiazhao Xu.

But this trivial matter is not enough to directly sue the imperial court, so Jiayonghou deliberately bit the torture rod that Dali Temple could not decide and did not let go, waiting for Lu Mian to go to Shangdatian to listen, and ask His Majesty's will-to put it bluntly, Jiayonghou is using them as a springboard for face-to-face consecration at Dali Temple.

Lu Mian knew it well, but Dali Temple really could only make peace in this case. Xu Ao took up the legal principles, and if he didn't let go, Lu Mian had to suffer from this boring loss, so he had to write an emergency report and send someone to submit it.

After waiting for a day, the Holy Majesty did not see any order for a long time, and only said that Dali Temple should mediate at will.On the eighth day of the eighth day, when several waves of people arrived again, Lu Mian ordered people to serve good tea and tried his best to make peace.

It’s just that there is always someone who takes the lead when it comes to picking quarrels and fighting. Xiao Gaomin and Ye Shu were in the same place, pointing at each other’s noses and saying "he did it". I don't know how many rounds of bickering, Hao Xuan didn't start fighting.

Time flew by, and the whole morning passed like this, and it was fine if there was no progress in the peace talks. Seeing that a new enmity was about to be formed, Lu Mian was helpless with this "hot potato" in his arms.

And this "hot hand" finally reached its peak when Yun Fei came to Dali Temple to surrender.

"I did the beating," Yun Fei looked around at the people sitting on both sides, glanced at Xiao Gaomin and Ye Shuli, and said, "I took the lead, I was the one who set Xu Shao's sack, and most of the injuries on his body were also caused by me." Yes. Both of them were called by me to help, and they went with me out of sympathy. They didn't do much, just put on a show. Anyway, Xu Shao—”

Yun Fei glanced at Marquis Jiayong, and said contemptuously, "It's easy for me to beat him up."

"You!" Xu Ao patted the armrest of the chair and stood up with an angry face.

Yun Fei's words were eloquent, but he made Marquis Jiayong very angry.

As if deliberately trying to get the matter out of hand, he turned his gaze after a mocking glance, looked up at the Dali Siqing, and asked, "Lord Lu, are you in prison?"

Ye Shuli didn't quite figure out which play the sudden surrender in front of him was singing, but Xiao Gaomin next to him gave Yun Fei an inexplicable look, narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, put down the teacup in his hand and said nothing.

The corner of Lu Mian's mouth twitched a few times, looking at the few people in the hall, he suddenly wanted to pass out with his eyes darkened.

When the news from Dali Temple reached the palace, Ling Ye and Chu Heng had just taken a nap, and the latter was lying on the soft couch outside, while the emperor was rubbing his waist.

Emperor Xuanxi is the eldest son of the first emperor and the empress Yuan, the most serious son of the phoenix and the grandson of the dragon, from the prince to the emperor, he has been honored by gold and jade for 22 years, and he has never been a low-key servant.

But now, the one being served not only did not have the awareness of the greatness of the emperor's grace, but was picky and yelled, sometimes softly and sometimes loudly, without giving His Majesty the slightest bit of face.

All the maids and eunuchs in the palace stood watching, no one dared to speak out, for fear that His Majesty Longyan would be furious and throw out this person who has only been favored and proud since he was entrusted for a day—after all, the imperial court Shi Mo still has twenty sticks in his body.

They held their breath and kept their minds up and down, but in the end they heard His Majesty say: "Is strength okay? I'll look for imperial medical techniques later on."

Chu Heng snorted twice, nodded, and said, "Well...not bad, then Your Majesty will study hard."

Ling Ye smiled when he heard the words, and his words seemed to have a lot of meaning: "After I learn it, I will press it for you every day."

"Well, press it every day, hey... a little harder."

The listeners didn't pay attention, but the onlookers felt something else... Not to mention throwing it out, just the waist pressing in front of you, it wasn't a whim, it was clearly planned for a long time.

Standing by the side, Zhu Geng glanced at the skin under His Majesty's palm covered with bruised and purple hickeys, and then at Chu Heng who squinted his eyes only to enjoy the emperor's service and didn't realize the meaning behind his words at all. He couldn't help but secretly said "" Tsk" twice——

It is fair for the emperor to serve the empress during the day and the empress to serve the emperor again at night, Little Eunuch Zhu thought.

Ling Ye rubbed Chu Heng's waist for a quarter of an hour, and a shadow guard from the Son of Heaven greeted him outside the hall.

The emperor ordered.

Ling Ye fixed Chu Heng's clothes and sat down on the side of the couch. The shadow guard came in and reported what happened in Dali Temple in a strict manner.

This case is related to Chu Heng. Although Ling Ye didn't care about it on the surface, he secretly let the shadow guards keep an eye on the progress. thing.

"Okay, then wait for Dali Temple to ask for someone." Ling Ye chuckled.

"Your Majesty..." Chu Heng couldn't lie down on the couch, and turned around to look at Ling Ye.

The latter didn't explain, just patted him on the waist and said, "Get up, let's go ahead."

Chu Heng did as he was told.

They had already stayed in Zhaoren Palace for more than a day. When they came out, it was already snowing outside. The silver frost and jade snow covered the nine-fold pagoda. A bit poetic and picturesque.

Ling Ye did not take Chu Heng along the central axis royal road, but instead followed Zhaoren Palace to the east, bypassed half of the Eastern Court, and came to an inconspicuous palace.

There is no plaque here, but it is guarded by heavy soldiers. The emperor's shadow guards and court servants come and go. Chu Heng glanced at the words on the stone tablet and recognized the word "Da Ying". He turned his head to look at Ling Ye .

"Do you remember the way you came here?" Ling Ye asked him with a smile.

"Almost." Chu Heng nodded and asked, "Why did Your Majesty bring me here?"

"Daying Pavilion is the emperor's private money." Ling Ye leaned closer, and stuffed a copper key into Chu Heng's palm under the cover of his sleeve, and whispered in his ear, "Hold it, don't let anyone see it, I will give you all the money." You are gone, Queen."

Chu Heng was stunned for a moment, feeling his heart beating fast, and the copper key in his hand still had the temperature of His Majesty's palm. As the saying goes, ten fingers connect to the heart, he thought that what he touched was not only the hand, but also the temperature of the heart in front of him, so It was so hot that he lost his mind in the beating heartbeat. After a long time, Chu Heng found his voice: "Give it all to me?"

"Yes." Ling Ye nodded seriously, and continued to whisper to him: "No way, people will come from Dali Temple in the afternoon, and I have to pay the queen a fine."

In the afternoon of the same day, people really came to Dali Temple, and the emperor met the Shaoqing of Dali Temple in the Jingcheng Hall.

Both Xiao Gaomin and Ye Shuli were among the Eight Discussions, and Yun Fei, who surrendered himself, was a son of the Yan family in Tanchuan and the only son of Prime Minister Yan. Like Chu Heng, he was also a guard of the Emperor of Martial Heroes, and the latter was also the imperial servant Mo. , People around the emperor, please go to Dali Temple to ask questions, you must get the approval of the emperor.

"Are you going to beat someone up too?" The emperor seemed to know just now, and looked up at Chu Heng, who was grinding ink beside him, his tone was flat, and he couldn't hear any emotion.

Shaoqing of Dali Temple stood below and saw very clearly. Hearing the words, the imperial servant Mo froze, and the movement of grinding ink in his hand also slowed down. He lowered his head and couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but this look The cautious gesture of bowing his head in silence is obviously an admission of guilt.

"Yunfei's house—have people gone to Yan Xiang's mansion and Duke Qing's mansion?" The emperor turned his eyes away and ignored him, and asked quietly: "There is also Zhong Pinghou's Chu family."

Dali Temple Shaoqing: "Reporting to Your Majesty, when I entered the palace, Dali Temple had already sent people there. It's just that Master Yunfei didn't call over to Duke Qing's mansion, and only let people inform the Prime Minister's mansion."

The emperor tapped the imperial case twice with his fingers, and when he heard the words, he was noncommittal, and only gave a faint "hmm", thinking about something.

There was a moment of silence above, and the Shaoqing of Dali Temple was suspecting that he had made a mistake in his performance, when the emperor suddenly said loudly: "Come here——"

The one who came in was the leader of the Emperor's shadow guard, Ling Qi.

Before the Shaoqing of Dali Temple could react, the emperor on the dragon chair glanced at the imperial attendant next to him, and directly ordered: "The commander-in-chief will take him there, let's listen together by the way, and report it to me later."

The leader of the Son of Heaven's shadow guards, Chaopin, is more powerful than the prime minister outside, and his position is better than that of the prince. An extremely simple case that only needs one will is asked to go in person. The Shaoqing of Dali Temple really doesn't understand what the Holy Majesty's intention is.

At that time in Dali Temple, Lu Mian ordered someone to serve tea, and while waiting, he found an excuse to call Yun Fei out, and asked him in a low voice, "Tell me honestly, what is your kid coming here to do? Does your uncle have enough headaches?"

Yun Fei said sincerely: "Uncle Lu, I really took the lead in this matter, and I came here just to confess my guilt."

Lu Mian looked at him suspiciously.

Yun Fei said: "Don't worry, Uncle Lu, I didn't intend to embarrass you. Anyway, I took the lead in doing bad things. You should be punished according to the law. The heavier the crime, the better."

Lu Mian pointed at him and said angrily, "What kind of heavy law? Could it be that you are going to be tortured?"

Yun Fei suppressed the smile on his face, his eyes were heavy, and he nodded seriously: "Yes."

Lu Mian's face changed slightly, and he suddenly fell silent and didn't continue to ask questions. He looked at Yun Fei with complicated eyes.

Suzaku Street, Yan Xiangfu.

It was snowing this morning and the road was cold and slippery, Yan Mao didn't go to Shangshutai, he stayed in the mansion, when Dali Temple was coming, he was reading in his room, Yan Cang came in to report.

"The descendants of the Yan family in Tanchuan are the members of the Yan family in Duke Qing's mansion, so—" Yan Mao raised his eyes and said slowly, "What do you report to my mansion?"

Yan Cang hesitated to speak, and looked at him embarrassingly: "Master, it's been hard for him..."

"It's hard to remember my father?" Yan Maoyang interrupted him, stood up and threw the book in his hand, and said with a sneer, "He was afraid that others would find no reason to criticize me, so he deliberately tried his own method and used himself as a target to send him away. Come to the door."

"Okay, yes, well done." Yan Mao nodded repeatedly, raised his hand and pointed to the east, "Please detour from Dali Temple to Duke Qing's Mansion on the next street, and don't stick around with me."

He frowned impatiently, but Yan Cang didn't move, and continued against his anger, "Master, even if you report to Duke Qing's mansion, you will be indispensable. No matter how you say it, you are a father."

Yan Mao looked at him coldly when he heard this, and didn't speak again for a long time.Yan Cang saw that his lips were pursed, his jaw line was tense, and his figure was stiff and motionless, so he knew that Yun Fei had made him so angry that he had no choice but to back down.

Just two steps away, Yan Mao behind him suddenly said softly: "You're right, although it's not on a genealogy tree, it's still my son in terms of blood relationship."

Yan Cang turned around quickly.

"In that case——" Yan Mao raised his chin slightly, and said indifferently, "Then you go tell Dali Temple Zheng, and ask them, Mr. Lu, to give a heavier sentence. It's best to use the sentence, even death."

"Master Xiang!"

"That's what I mean." Yan Mao sat down calmly, his face was full of coldness, and there was no warmth in his voice, as if he was talking about someone who had nothing to do with him.

Yan Cang gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice, "Master Xiang, no matter what, Mr. Yunfei is your only flesh and blood."

Yan Mao lowered his eyes and didn't speak for a long time.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

After a long time, Yan Cang finally heard Yan Xiang say: "You're right, Yan Yunfei is my son, I'm afraid it won't work if you tell me, I have to go in person."

He stood up, squeezed his palms tightly, sneered casually, and said: "Dali Temple, right? Then I'll go and see how thick the wooden boards of their torture rods are. If they are not thick, ask someone to dismantle the shaft of the Xiangfu's carriage." Come down and lend them."